Hello Mr. Gorlomi

Something was missing from the refrigerator I usually always keep their, "milk check, cheese check, orange juice check, butter check, check, check, check, all different sorts of bread, what could it be, " I wonder what I'll have for dinner tonight, hmm, let's see I've got rice, rolls some cheese I'll eat no matter what because I've put it off long enough. My stomach started to speak and didn't seemed to be silenced by the thought of just those food groups. Steak, I thought and just then my stomach went silent at the thought of two steaks that would separate at the shear touch of a knife and fork. Steaks it was, after all, I did notice Styx Meats when I first arrived thanks to all the foot traffic in and out of there. But there was only one problem, that idiot rain outside the warmth of my apartment that would incessantly tap anyone on the shoulder when they didn't want to be bothered, like that kid you hoped didn't see you because you knew he or she was insufferable always, especially on your best day. Well It'll all be worth it I suppose. In an instant I was out the door an outside the apartment building so expedient in nature that I almost forgot why I was out in the first place. Ah, steak, just the image of these two filling slabs of comfort was enough to get me going again and out to the butcher's. I arrived half expecting a line, but unfortunately there wasn't one. I caught a glimpse of the butcher analyzing his fingertips, hopefully, not to find some bacteria and or dirt left there on his hands from not washing them.